These songs are true, these days are ours, these tears are free

August 04, 2007

I like the way you smile when you're having fun

Had a lovely NYC moment last night.

I was in a happy mood after leaving work, waiting on a phone call and walking down Sixth Avenue looking for a snack. Saw the Mr. Softie truck and felt that a vanilla soft-serve with rainbow sprinkles would fit the bill. Ordered, and was beaming up bright-eyed at the young man in the truck, who suddenly said, as he handed me my cone, "Your hair is beautiful!"

"Thank you!"

"Are you in love?"

"Umm...I suppose I am! Yes!"

"Ohhh. He's a lucky guy. What's your name"

"I'm Rose. Why did you ask me if I'm in love?"

"Hi, I'm Danny. I asked because I am looking for someone to love. Rose, that's my sister's name. [brief pause while he smiled down at me] Whoever you love is a very lucky man. You have a good night!"

Just before that, as I was walking, there were three guys who *seemed to think* that they were having a discreet conversation. ABOUT DOPE. "Hey, it's 25 bucks a gram, you gonna pay it or not?" (The reason I say they seemed to think no one knew what they were discussing is that they kept using body language that implied secrecy and quiet -- while shouting in broad New York-ish accents about something sold in GRAMS. BWA-HA-HA.)

God I love New York. Of course, at the moment I love everything and everyone in the universe, so New York is but a tiny percentage of what I love.

Am at Tori's, hanging out and knitting at poolside, drinking frozen drinks and chattering with all her boys. It's time to get back in the pool, I'd say. Bye now.